Voters Prefer Warts-and-All Trump to Photoshopped Harris
Detroit anchor Kimberly Gill asked Kamala Harris this week for her message on the economy. “Let’s start with this,” the vice president explained, “I come from the middle class, and I’ll never forget where I come from.”
Leave aside whether the daughter of two PhDs told a truth here. The greater lie came in the canned dodge of an answer. The observant electorate has seen this movie before. Interviewer asks a question about inflation. Harris delivers a non sequitur answer that invokes her childhood, her mother buying a house, the grass on her lawn, and other lines presumably aimed to distract.
Harris answered the very first question in her very first interview as the Democratic nominee about what she would do on her very first day in office by saying, “There are a number of things.” Like what? “Strengthen the middle class” blah, blah, blah, “aspirations,” blah, blah, blah, “ambitions,” blah, blah, blah, “goals,” blah, blah, blah, “a new way forward” blah, blah, blah, “generations of Americans have been fueled by hope and by optimism” blah, blah, blah, “people are ready to turn the page.” When CNN’s Dana Bash followed up for specifics, Harris talked about “implementing my plan,” which she, like Bill Belichick with a game plan, dared not reveal in detail to the viewers.
It’s not just what she does not say. It’s how she says it.
Her rich cacophony of accents must spark a little envy even in Rich Little.
“Hello to all of my Divine Nine brothas and sistas,” Harris said at a Congressional Black Caucus dinner last month, “and my soror. And to all my HBCU brothas and sistas.”
Wha?
The fraud extends to the written word. Harris and her coauthor of the book Smart on Crime passed off long, verbatim passages from as diverse of sources as an NBC News report, a John Jay College of Criminal Justice press release, and an inaccurate Wikipedia passage as their own.
When her teleprompter famously Bidened, Kamala Harris pulled back the curtain on Kamala Harris. America saw the emptiness. Her use of the phrase “32 days” 32 times, or what seemed like it, indicated an inability to think on her feet. She talks in talking point, a language unknown to Donald Trump.
When the scriptwriters cannot save her, the ostensibly independent press does. 60 Minutes still refuses to release the unedited video or transcript of its interview with Harris after replacing her actual, befuddling answer to a question about Israel with an answer to another question that nevertheless made more sense in this context. “We have some predetermined questions and hopefully I might be able to ask some of the questions that might be in your head,” Maria Shriver informed an audience member hoping to pose a query to Harris at a fake town hall forum in Michigan.
After skipping the political process for the Democratic presidential nomination, Harris skipped, for 39 days, the media process. Once slipping polls compelled the campaign to place her in unscripted situations, she stumbled, badly. The juxtaposition with Donald Trump, a man with no internal governor who often talks as though suffering from an undiagnosed case of Tourette’s, exemplifies her phoniness.
The Republican nominee’s critics incessantly highlight, in some cases quite accurately, Trump’s penchant for rodomontade (e.g., claiming his inauguration attracted a larger audience than Barack Obama’s). In fixating on this flaw, they overlook the Parson Weems, I-cannot-tell-a-lie part of his character. He shows no capacity to say what he thinks is on your mind and a compulsion to say what is on his mind.
That’s the Donald Trump to which his detractors put on the earmuffs and his supporters turn to 11.
When you regard half of the electorate as “garbage,” or “deplorables,” or supporters of “fascists,” then one must put on an act while campaigning. If you know the public rejects the positions you hold, then you must pull a con to win elections.
For all his faults, Trump cannot be anyone but Trump. Harris, as her imposter-syndrome giggling expresses, does not really know herself — or she knows herself enough to hide herself from the electorate. People, even on Halloween, prefer the person incapable of wearing a mask over the one afraid to take it off.
Presidential elections come down not to political positions but personal popularity. People like Donald Trump better than Kamala Harris. The former’s authenticity and the latter’s inauthenticity explains this. Maybe the electorate likes Donald Trump’s policies better. That does not stand as the reason he heads into Tuesday as the favorite.
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